Four hundred thousand?
Four draws?
This is unscientific.
Lake looked at the final number that could be recharged and blinked, feeling as if he had not woken up yet.
What about the guaranteed ten draws?
How could six hundred thousand be lost directly?
This is unscientific.
Lake widened his eyes and took out a piece of white paper again, intending to calculate it again. As a result, in the end, the number was not only not higher, but was 20,000 less.
Waterfuck!
Lake took a deep breath, as if he had discovered what his problem was.
He forgot about the 20 percent of money laundering.
...never mind.
At worst, you can find an opportunity to sell the mainland gold coins in your account. If you sell them at a 20% discount, you can get them back and win three prizes.
Lake sighed.
Recharge 400,000 directly from an overseas bank account.
What a black heart.
If Lake hadn't thought that preserving the Continental Hotel was better than destroying it, he would have had the urge to go directly to the hotel to demand payment for the 20% fee for money laundering.
This is my hard-earned money.
soon.
After the plug-in was successfully recharged with 400,000 yuan, looking at the number of possible draws displayed on the plug-in, Lake immediately suppressed the idea of going to the door to ask for wages temporarily.
bath.
Burn incense.
Lake had originally thought about bringing back statues of Buddha, Jade Emperor, God, Jesus, etc. to increase his chances of becoming European emperor, but after hearing from a Easterner that it would cost a lot to bring back Eastern gods from the United States, he simply gave up the idea.
Lake doesn't believe in God, Jesus, or anything like that.
so...
The matter of praying to the gods was abandoned.
"start up!"
"Give me four consecutive draws, boom boom boom!"
Lake's eyes widened as he looked at the interface that only he could see, and he shouted in his heart like a real gambler.
soon.
[bite!]
[The lottery was successful. The number of draws remaining in the first stage is: 487! ]
[Location Card*1: Item, B-level, Technology. Use it to locate someone and track them in real time. Duration: 2 hours.]
[Copy Card*1: Item, B-rank, Infinite. Select an item card you own and copy it.]
[Avatar: Skill, SR-level, Magic, creates a clone. The clone does not possess skills that the main body cannot control. The clone automatically disappears upon death. There is no cooldown. Only one clone can be summoned at a time. Alternatively, an additional clone can be added for $100,000. The second clone costs $100,000, the third $200,000, the fourth $400,000...]
[Angel Diamond: Cash, D-Rank, Natural: As you can see, this is a diamond, and a rare one at that. It is rare in the world and very precious.]
"…"
What the hell is going on?
Where is my SSR?
I'm just missing an S, and you won't even give me that?
Four consecutive draws, and none of them?
Extraordinary bloodline.
godhead.
A kingdom of God that can grow would be great too.
The corners of Lake's mouth twitched severely. Looking at the four things he had spent 400,000 to draw, he seriously suspected that this plug-in was operating in the dark, just like buying a lottery ticket, holding back the jackpot.
Among these four things, in Lake's opinion, only the SR-level clone seems to be worth the money. The other three are no different from winning the "Thank You for Your Patronage" in the roulette lottery.
And the diamond with the shining heart.
It looks pretty good.
If it were sold, it could fetch at least over two million, but this thing can't be sold just like that. Even if it could be sold, the plug-in has already blocked this loophole.
All items from the cheat lottery may not be sold for cash in any way.
all...
Lake is not a woman and does not have dragon blood, so she is not interested in diamonds that have no other function except shining.
"I don't smoke anymore, just give me back my money."
"…"
Obviously, this is wishful thinking. Not to mention that this plug-in is not intelligent, even if it is, this plug-in indicates that it is absolutely impossible.
Lake lay on the computer desk like an old gambler who lost the bet and asked if he could surrender and lose half of his money.
Immediately following.
Lake's eyes fell on the 600,000 yuan in the background of the Continental Hotel.
or...
Take it out and try it out ten times in a row, maybe you can get a golden legend?
"Bang!"
Lake came to his senses as soon as the thought came to his mind, and slapped himself hard.
I'm not a gambler.
Lake took a deep breath and restrained the strong urge to go all in. The 600,000 yuan was waiting to be laundered, used to pay some fees and wait for the money to make money.
It feels good to use it now, but it will be painful when you need to change the money in the future.
But...
I'm not willing to accept this!
Lake wailed in his heart. He had hoped that at least he could draw a golden legend this time, but in the end, he once again drew loneliness without a doubt.
I clearly had a strong hope of winning the Golden Legend before the draw.
so...
Another illusion.
Lake patted his handsome face, sighed, closed his eyes, pulled out the USB drive, and then threw it back into the drawer with his eyes closed.
Open your eyes.
"Why."
"So, you are really faking illness."
"…"
Lake blinked, looked up at his girlfriend Maureen, who had appeared at the door of the study room at some point, and leaned against the door with her arms folded. She blinked, "When did you come here?"
Maureen said, "When you close the drawer."
Said.
Mo Lin walked in and looked at Lake, whose right arm was intact. "Yesterday, I fed you, bathed you, and took the initiative. But you pretended to be sick. It was all planned."
Lake shook his head: "No."
If he had known that pretending to be injured would get him the same treatment as last night, Lake would have promised to pretend to be injured once a week. After all, he is a policeman, and it is normal to get injured after a gunfight with criminals.
But what happened last night definitely had nothing to do with any premeditated plan.
Mo Lin laughed angrily: "If Qiao hadn't secretly told me today, how long would you pretend to be sick? Or, in other words, how many times would you want me to serve you?"
"That damned traitor!"
"What?"
"nothing."
Lake shook his head. This was why he liked to act alone. No one else could be trusted. Look, he had clearly promised Joe to keep it a secret, but in the end, not even twenty-four hours had passed and he had already sold out everything.
I shouldn't have saved you then.
Lake gritted his teeth. Fortunately, George's mission would be completed in a few days, and then Joe would join George's team.
Morin looked at Lake with twinkling eyes and shouted again.
Lake looked up: "Huh?"
Mo Lin laughed angrily: "Tell me, how many times do you want me to serve you before you tell me that you are faking illness?"
Lake looked at Morin, who was as cold as an iceberg, and asked tentatively: "One more time?"
The words fell.
Morin threw the scarf around his neck towards Lake, and was completely amused by Lake's words: "Then you can have fun with yourself for once."
Lake: "…"